It's time for more shitposting bois.
Serena was finally in Hoenn, the tropical non-Alolan paradise where all her dreams of becoming a super fantastical Pokemon Performer would come true. After that dream was completed the next step was to stalk Ash and make some sweet, sweet lovin' that would put a Pokemon breeder to shame.
I mean what?
She stepped out of the Lilycove harbour, ready to begin her contesting adventure. An adventure that was sure for her to win because contests were definitely all about looking pretty. There was no battling involved at all. Nope. That's completely barbaric and something they'd never stoop to the levels of.
The sun was bright. A little too bright. And...oh...oh god! EVERYTHING'S ON FIRE! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!
The newly reformed Team Magma must have learned about Primal Reversion and sent Primal Groudon out to fulfill their dreams of expanding the landmass for the sake of Pokemon or whatever.
May was off doing contests in another region. She couldn't help. Brenden just didn't exist. If only he did, maybe he could stop the terrible reign of Primal Groudon. Rayquaza didn't have the power to Mega-evolve either.
Serena could only watch as fire and death consumed the world. Her dreams of becoming Kalos Queen began to shatter before her eyes, only this time a haircut wouldn't save her.
"g Ood bYe As H I wiLl AlwaYs LoEv u." Serena whispered.
Meanwhile
"bROcK I lOeV u. Com BacC 2 aLOLa WiT Mii." Ash cried, stroking the ex-Gym Leader's face.
"Squirtle help." Brock whispered to Ash's Squirtle, who watched the scene with dead eyes.
"I'm dying Squirtle." Brock said.
The Squirtle removed it's sunglasses. "Then perish." it replied.
However it came out as Squirtle squirt because Pokemon do not speak the human language.
Brock could only continue to quietly sob as Ash stroked the Rock-type user's face.
AN: Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeouch.